Let me paint a water colour of Your love

Here is is God: this is where You have brought me and I AM GLAD. I feel like the same Spirit that Beth Moore has mixed with overwhelming HOPE and PEACE just descended upon my mind. Is this just because it is Friday? I think not! Is it just because I am a hormonal woman? I think not... I said last night to Zach that we should pray more, we are just so tired, but that's not an excuse, we need to seek after God, not just sit and wait for Him. I think just that statement alone touched the heart of my Father and made him let go of some things He was waiting to give me, a release of His language of Love to me...which just so happens to be language.

Spending a pleasant trip to Barnes and Noble to use the one and only gift card left from before the wedding/ wedding gift card. Given to me by a my professor of Ukrainian descent. To furthermore purchase books by my favourite author who is also of Ukrainian/ Russian descent, Patrica Polacco. Because Jesus loves me enough to make it so that I will be teaching from her books for the next two weeks of student teaching!! I thought it would not hurt to aid my supply of materials. They only had one of her books in store (odd) so I ordered my two favourite ones for a GREAT price. To calm a desire for foreign language in my ears I browsed the international music section which led to the children's movie place -that had 3 Charlie and Lola seasons for 5.99 each! I will get them when I come back for the books next week! Blessing of love #1

In TJMaxx, in Columbus, I was looking for random things because that is relaxing to me, to browse for the super cheap deals on things that are on the want/need list and God then puts them on unique sales for me. In His perfect timing. There in the sale section I heard it: Beautiful Russian words that flowed towards my ears and penetrated my core. I cannot describe how these words made me feel, it felt as if a wind from a Beatrix Potter tale within a past memory awakened my heart and passion for that tongue. Similar feelings of excitement come each time I hear another language, be it Spanish, Hindi, or ANYTHING! It is a reflex to listen intently and guess where they are from and try to break the phonetics into oral word groups. I am not really trying to translate, it is more of an immense admiration for the beauty and complexity of the intricate and unique sounds they are producing.-there's a look into a young aspiring linguist's brain for you haha Well those sounds came from two females who were shopping and I tried my best, really, to not listen, but their words drew me in. Next thing I knew I was on the same isle wondering how not to gush my happiness of their Russian-ness...when the younger one said "excuse me" as she moved aside a small boy who was with them. I responded roughly, "no, it's ok, it's just so good to hear Russian", smooth, right? She turned and smiled, asking, really? The conversation followed with much enjoyment, as I tried not to over speak and give them their space. At the end she offered her telephone number and said that she is a wife who does not have kids and does not have any friends there in Columbus. She is from the FAR eastern part of Russia like where my Russian tutor was from. So there you have it, blessing of love #2. (I ended up getting a neato water bottle that came with MULTIcoloured plastic non-toxic ice cubes, which I have wanted since I was a young teenager because my older college cousins had some. And now as a college student I have some. YES! )

On the way home my heart was overflowing, gazing at the gorgeous clouds and basking in the Glory of pure love. It was drenching, refreshing, and whoa. Is it because I am tired and hungry? Who cares...it was and is AWEsome! I began having HOPE and FREEing ideas of tutoring again, a hope and joy that I have not felt before-not something I have not felt in a long time...but before, and I was aware of that feeling, and the excitement it came with. That I did not need to be concerned with ANYTHING but His ways, even if they are unconventional and petty in others eyes, but His ideas are as precious and detailed as tiny tea sets are before the children of India. He LOVES me so extraordinarily that it has layers going back to the passions and desires of my childhood together with my inner being construction. Blessing of love #3 *I want to paint a watercolour picture so badddd whew God!

When I was driving I listened to the 2nd half of 2nd Corinthians. Then I called my mother. It was a good talk. Pure and simple, good and real. A good talk. Blessing of love #4 At the house, in my comfortable clothes, after having a good hug with my SWEETEST mother in law, I sat down to look at facebook and I had a unexpected message (by me, not Him) from one of my late tutoring students, the very one I had thought about on the ride home because I was thinking of the idea of tutoring again and the doubt came into my mind that I was not "good enough" to work with adults, or young adults for that matter, and that VERY student who I had referred back to in my memory as an example was the ONE who messaged me! AHH! Ok I see how it is God. :) No doubting, just trusting is a continual lesson for me. Blessing of love #5 (She said she had missed me so much and wanted to know if I could help with her ESL homework-YES I CAN! ;)

The weekend is off to a grand start, Thank you Jesus! I am inspired to press on for the freedom ahead as well as the present freedom of His EVER present GLORY! Off into the wistfully wondrous wild fields of His love I dive. "Moved by the extravagance of God in your lives, they’ll respond by praying for you in passionate intercession for whatever you need. Thank God for this gift, his gift. No language can praise it enough!" 2 Corinthians 9:15 The Message